Flickan och kråkan [English translation]

I was sitting here the other day reading the paper,

It was a day like any other

And I was thinking about all the dreams you dream

That one after the other are gone

Then I saw a picture of a girl

With a wounded crow in her arms

She's running through the forest

As fast as she possibly can

And her hair flutters as she runs

She's running on her skinny legs

And she hopes and believes, she pleads and she begs

That it isn't too late

The girl is little and her hair is so fair

And her cheeks are flushed red

And the crow is heavy and croaking blackly

Pretty soon it's going to be dead

But the girl is running for the life

Of a wounded bird in her arms

She's running to safety and warmth

To that which is just and true

And she runs with glistening eyes

Running on her skinny legs

And she knows what her dad said is right

If there is life, then it's not too late

And I began to shake with anguish and distress

I shook with dread and fear

For I suddenly realised

That I was looking at a picture of myself

Because my hope is an injured crow

And I am a child who is running

Thinking that someone can help me

Thinking there is someone who has the answers

And I run with a pounding heart

I run on my skinny legs

I plead and I beg, even though I know

That's it's already much too late.